"Master... Mmm... Will you really make me do this the whole night? Ah... It hurts... I can’t take it anymore..."
"Don’t act like it’s not what you wanted."
Somner’s legs wobbled. "Do I really have to carry this tray of food while squatting to your level? There’s a table right there... You can give me other, more exciting commands..."
Hermes just continued sitting on his chair on a manspread, watching the hotel TV in just a bathrobe.
"It’s just a pitcher of water and some grapes. Don’t heroes need to be physically fit to carry things for long periods of time?"
Somner grumbled. He was wearing a very short and skimpy maid outfit.
How did they get that? They were in THAT kind of hotel after all, and it was pretty big on costumes and roleplay. There were even different sizes and variations in their little shop. Pretty impressive.
"But I’m so small and petite... And usually, the adrenaline helps me carry heavy things during missions... But I’m soooo bored, Master!" He complained.
Hermes was watching the news since it was his nighttime practice, but he couldn’t lie and say that was the only reason.
He knew a thing or two when dealing with brats. He had been babysitting for people in the village, watching over the children of busy parents or even tutoring them.
The thing that they hate the most was not punishment: It was being ignored.
Someone as masochistic as Somner would love it if he just started spanking him or making him do degrading things. He decided to subvert him a bit— make him think that he would get degraded by making him wear that maid uniform, and then leave him hanging.
That way he would be forced to be more submissive.
Somner may have the desire to submit, but that doesn’t mean he was good at it. He still bit Hermes earlier and kept misbehaving just to rile him up.
So Hermes considered this as his ’submissiveness training’.
"So what if you’re bored?" He said nonchalantly as he flipped channels. "Didn’t you want to be my slave?"
"Yes, but... I want to do something more for you." Somner said, wearing a lewd grin. "Why not command me to give you a massage or a lap dance?
Hermes shook his head. "I’m the boss here, aren’t I? And this is what I want. A personal server in case I get thirsty or hungry."
Somner grumbled. "You’re so mean... You made me wear this outfit but you won’t even look at me..."
Hermes used Sirentone: "Quit whining and talk to me with respect."
The male maid’s eyes widened and he was immediately in a trance. His mind can still register what was happening, but his mouth moved on its own.
This feeling of disconnect between his own free will and his outer self... It made his subconscious self so excited. He wished Hermes would use it more.
He wouldn’t even mind if Hermes just used Sirentone the whole night to make him carry a tray.
As long as he was under this trance, as long as he felt stuck in his own body...
He could already feel like he’s about to cum!
Hermes noticed something amiss as the shaking of the tray got more intense. "Hey, what are you doing? Hold it still or you’ll spill it."
"Yes, Master...." The entranced Somner replied, expression still black.
He gripped the tray better. But the shaking had already taken Hermes’ attention to look at him. Hermes soon noticed what’s wrong when his eyes travelled down his skirt.
Something protruded from it, making a wet spot.
Hermes couldn’t stop himself. He was planning to continue teaching this brat a lesson, but...
Seeing Somner get so aroused just from being hypnotized made him aroused too. He teasingly flicked the little thing between Somner’s leg.
"What’s this?" He removed the Sirentone effect on him, talking in his regular voice.
Somner blinked a couple of times, before going back to his sassy self. "What else? I told you that I find it so hot when you hypnotize me. Why did you have to stop—"
"Because I wanted to see if you’ll be a good slave even without it." Hermes smiled. "How about we make a deal? The better you are at playing the role of Somnia, the more I’ll use Sirentone on you."
Somner was baffled at the girl name. "Hah! Somnia???"
Hermes sneered: "You got a problem, Somnia? Or should I just go back to watching my news? Those heroes look pretty sexy too, maybe even sexier than you."
Somner immediately fell to his knees and spoke in a falsetto. "No, Master! Please! Keep your eyes on me! Somnia will be good~"
Hermes couldn’t help but find it funny. "Then why don’t you feed your Master for starters?"
His ’maid’ stood up and slowly fed him grapes, his face as red as a tomato. "Here you go, Master... Say ’ahh’...."
He had never been humiliated . Without the hypnosis, he kept on having second thoughts with his actions. He was hesitant like someone being made to act in a school play for the first time.
Still, he did his best and fed his master some grapes. "I-Is it good, Master?"
Hermes found it really cute how hard he tried despite being terrible at it. "Mmm, it’s sweet. Now give me some water."
Somner tried to gently pour the glass of water onto Hermes’ lips but....
Some of it spilled on his chest.
"I’m sorry, Master! I’ll wipe it right away...."
He looked for anything he could use, like a handkerchief or any small piece of cloth.
Hermes whistled. "Hey, what are you doing, Somnia? Are you really just going to leave your Master ? You’re such a slowpoke."
Somner continued to look for something in a state of panic. So this was what workers in the service industry constantly felt, being pressured by demanding clients!
He suddenly stopped in his tracks as Hermes used Sirentone again.
His body moved back to the couch, sitting next to him. Hermes then undid his the tie around his waist, and opened his robe.
"Clean it with your tongue."